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The Brotherhood of the Traveling Pants

Sometimes, dear reader, it is just good to be bad and yours truly is not above flouting the law. Mom has been out of town all week, and not to sound like a broken record, I miss her sorely.  I would like to think that I am a reasonably accommodating pug, without serious obedience issues but sometimes I just have to act up and out.

Last night I was not feeling quite comfortable or myself in the denim drawers, and while Dad and Lizzie were sleeping I managed to extricate my trunk from their confines. Let me assure you that it was quite a feat. The little waistband on the pants was constricting me, and I felt sure that being free of them would offer relief. Dad awakened, discovered my nude state, and proceeded to stuff me back into them. In the process, without any warning whatsoever, a fecal missile shot out. I don’t know who was more surprised…Dad or I. This is really almost too embarrassing to share, folks, but since you’ve all been so vocal about my “darling pants” I thought you should know the consequences of my thoughtless actions.

It goes without saying, I hope, that my reckless abandon was innocent and something that I will not repeat since I know the consequences. Dad, I am truly sorry, and even though it pains me to say this, you and Mom were right about the necessity of wearing these pants. Lizzie…not one word from you, do you understand?

Mom flies home tonight and I hope she understands my sincere contrition.

And so, the saga of pug pants continues.

Respectfully submitted,


P.S. There  definitely will be no photo today!


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